Do I have to be worried when my dog apparently finds my right arm very attractive?
cough Off topic, sorry :P

This chapter is less funny than fluffy and smutty. It's like a curtain for the next one, the drumroll most explicit smut scene I have ever written (puh, I'm putting lot of pressure on me now XD)
Because of that (and personal reasons... who needs family parties, hm?), it could take a little longer than normally.

Meanwhile, have fun with Number 4...

Rose stood in one of those giant bedrooms on Xeron V, known for their investments in pleasure. She wore one of those costumes, most women of that planet felt comfortable in: a short cami top and slow-slung trousers both see-through and in a light pink. Under the trousers, she wore a revealing thong.

She stepped up to the bed, when she suddenly heard the door behind her. The Doctor stood in front of her, clad only in wide trousers and with a huge grin on his face. She grinned back and gasped when he stepped behind her and took one of her breasts in his hands. He kissed her neck hungrily and put the other hand on her belly.

Rose moaned when he pinched her nipple through the thin material and gasped when his other hand wandered from her stomach down to the waistband of her trousers.

Slowly, he moved his hand under her trousers and panties. His index finger found her clit and began to draw small circles around it, causing her to moan. The Doctor's other hand meanwhile, reached the, before neglected, breast and began to massage her nipple with its thumb.

She gasped when he pressed his pelvis into her back and she could feel his erection. The hand in her panties went further down and pressed its middle finger into her slick heat. Rose moaned again and panted heavily when suddenly-

THUMP

Confused, aroused and very very frustrated, Rose's head shot up. She tried to understand where she was and gasped when she felt something move inside of her. She looked behind her and saw the Doctor, one hand in her panties, the other on one of her breasts, looking suspiciously sheepish.

It suddenly dawned to her what happened...

"Doctor!"

He withdraw his hands, jumped up from the ground they must have fallen onto and held up his hands for protection. "I'm innocent, really!" Some of her juice still stuck on his fingers.

"You fingered me in my sleep!"

"Well, yeah...maybe...it was probably... I didn't do it deliberately at first!"

"Oh, and what does that mean, you big half-alien sex maniac?! Did your little friend there-" She pointed to his still evident erection, which seemed to shrunk under her glare. "-force you to do it?!"

"Well, actually-" He looked again at her glare and sighed. "-no... I just had a dream and... well, I woke up with my fingers on you and you were moaning, so I thought you enjoyed it... Which you obviously did." He wiggled his fingers, making Rose blush in the process.

"W-whatever... just don't do that any more..."

"And what now?" He grinned smugly at her.

"Now-" She stepped up to him and lay her arms around his neck. Rose turned her head to whisper in his ear. "-I'm going back to bed. While you-" She put both of her hands on his chest. "-sleep somewhere else!" She pushed him out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

The Doctor stood outside, completely dumbstruck. He looked a little like a lost puppy with his wide brown eyes and felt strangely forlorn with his semi-erection. "Rose! I'm sorry... please let me in!"

"No way!" came her muffled voice through the door.

"But-" The Doctor was, for once, lost for words. "-ehm... What about Chuck?"

He heard a groan and then fast footsteps. Suddenly, the door opened again and Rose threw Chuck into his arms (he just caught him barely). Then she slammed the door shut again.

He looked at the palm tree in his arms. "See? That happens when you try to do something for your woman!"

Breakfast was rather awkward that morning. Rose avoided his eyes and munched silently her cornflakes while the Doctor still pouted and mumbled occasionally things to Chuck like 'ungrateful', 'unnecessary' and... 'Raxacoricofallapatorius'?

"What?" Rose asked perplexed when she caught that word.

"What?"

"Don't start that. What did you say about Raxacoricofallapatorius?"

He mumbled something incomprehensible.

"What was that?"

The Doctor began to fiddle with his fingers. "It's just that... female Raxacoricofallapatorians are less... complicated than humans... I mean... you enjoyed me touching you and then you just threw me out!"

Rose sighed. "It doesn't matter that I enjoyed it. You know what I said about sex while we are here..."

Unexpectedly, he began to grin smugly which caused her to repeat everything, she just said in her head. Finding nothing wrong with it, she asked, "What?"

"Weeeeell... you just admitted that you enjoyed it!" His grin became even broader when her face flushed. "You miss it too, don't you? The touching, sucking, nipping-" Her face became with every word redder than before. "-our role-play games..." He waggled his eyebrows at her and Rose had the sudden urge to hide under the table when she remembered some of their little play-out fantasies.

Getting her composure back, she admitted defeat. "Okay, I do miss it... of course I do, but... this is also kind of important for me. Don't you think we are losing control, lately?"

Seeing his questioning gaze, she continued, "Just think about the beginning... We were pretty shy with each other... At least everywhere other than the bedroom... And then, three months later, we nearly have sex in a fountain... in a public park, no less. Not to mention the part of being caught and continuing in the cell..."

The Doctor winced. "Alright... that wasn't one of our brightest ideas... That traffic offender got quite the show..."

"You see what I mean? Let's just try to survive these four days..."

"Today... is the third, right?"

"Yep-" She stepped up to him, lay a hand on his chest and looked deeply into his eyes. "and when the day is over... at midnight... I think we can say that we made it and-" She nibbled on his ear before saying, "-make good for all of this build-up sexual tension between us."

The Doctor shuddered in anticipation.

They spent the morning moderately clothed and did all sorts of things to keep their minds off the wicked little fantasies they tended to come up with lately.

Rose watched a dozen of Pete's DVDs (he had a remarkable collection... the Doctor suspected he used them to tune Jackie out) and he explored the mansions attic, where he broke nearly everything, he got into his hands. He pondered if Rose and her mother would believe him that it was Chuck... but dismissed the idea instantly again. Only God would know what Jackie could do to a defenceless palm tree (and maybe the 'beast' since Jackie and he would certainly be kindred spirits).

Afternoon came and after dinner, the Doctor joined Rose in her DVD marathon. They snuggled together on the sofa while watching a funny film about two newborn parents. The Doctor laughed about a scene where their young son used an apparently very dangerous catapult-like device, that his dad built, and was tossed through the air. He landed safely on the other side while giggling about his fun new game..

Rose stared at him. "You wouldn't build something dangerous like that for our son, would you?"

He became silent at once, coughed and looked at her. "Of course not!" Then he fiddled with his fingers again, a trait a seemed to have acquired in the last few days. "You said son... do you want one? A son?"

Her former angry face changed into a beaming smile. "Yes... a son and then a daughter... that would be nice."

Their fingers found each other and the Doctor drew her even closer with his other arm. "Yeah... it would be."

Evening approached and it became more and more difficult for the couple to concentrate on the screen. In the last half an hour, they couldn't keep their hands from each other and snogged occasionally.

After one of those 'intense' moments, the Doctor pulled away. Panting, he asked, "Ho-How long till midnight?"

Rose leant forward to look at the clock. "Five and a half our." She grinned at him. "'Always wait five and a half hour'!"

He chuckled and kissed her again. While snogging the hell out of her he got one of his more brilliant ideas. "Rose.. we didn't do anything naked today..." He stood up and bowed, left hand behind his back, the other one extended to her. "May I have this dance?"

Rose giggled and took his hand.

They swirled laughing through the room, dancing to a tune only they were able to hear. Chuck stood on a table, forgotten for the moment and seemingly glowing with the couple's joy.

Clothes disappeared like so often in the past few days and while stealing kisses now and then, they danced through the night.

The Doctor led Rose into a tango and showed her exactly how one of the most erotic dances can feel without clothes. He bent her other his arm, her left leg encircled his waist. Both stayed a while like this, panting from their exhausting ability.

Slowly, he pulled her up again and looked deeply into her eyes.

The clock struck twelve.

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